Ishmael’s mind had been on other things. Azazel, see, while an ever-present problem, was old news. A wealth of extremely cursed, extremely powerful, extremely valuable old objects - new news. Galina finally being out of the Ministry? Good news.
The latter had been who he had been coming to see, for that matter, but he hadn’t made it all the way to the caverns when a collision threw him to the ground. Another vampire, of course. Humans were easy enough to avoid (they moved so slowly); vampires moved faster.
Ishmael had been knocked down into the earth too, and he was on the verge of snarling and springing back up when he realised that the other vampire now sprawled in the dust just a fraction away was Azazel. He sniffed, and changed tactic. “Ow,” he drawled, with a petulant pout to match, making no move to get back up, and instead leaning back on his elbows and peering at her as if to say where are your manners. “That was rude.”
The latter had been who he had been coming to see, for that matter, but he hadn’t made it all the way to the caverns when a collision threw him to the ground. Another vampire, of course. Humans were easy enough to avoid (they moved so slowly); vampires moved faster.
Ishmael had been knocked down into the earth too, and he was on the verge of snarling and springing back up when he realised that the other vampire now sprawled in the dust just a fraction away was Azazel. He sniffed, and changed tactic. “Ow,” he drawled, with a petulant pout to match, making no move to get back up, and instead leaning back on his elbows and peering at her as if to say where are your manners. “That was rude.”
